Sunday, December 11, 2005

Here By The Water's Edge Comments

Rating: 5.0

daylight crumbled
and the vast sky shifted endlessly
with flashing snowflakes
as wind howled unbreakable bits of sand
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Charles Chaim Wax
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Linda Hepner 13 December 2005

How the death of your grandmother, for instance, can be as shattering as an explosion, with life-long fallout. Have a good evening, C.C., Linda

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David Darbyshire 12 December 2005

Everyone loves there Grandma, one for them, dave have a nice day

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Poetry Hound 11 December 2005

Excellent musing about family while watching to the dynamics of the day.

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Wanda Swim Strunk 11 December 2005

Sunday morning and I havent been to church in years. I even avoid weddings for fear stepping in the building hypocracy might rub off on to me. But still in the Sunday morning light I pray and think about people I love. It's a lovely poem.

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Joseph Daly 11 December 2005

Charles, It seems like such a long time since you posted anything. Then you return with this. The theme is miles away from that which I am used to from you. This is more visual, more portrait than narrative, in fact I would go further and say it is cinematic. This is a beautiful work Charles, one that you seemed to have put your all into. Denis Joe

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